Having loads of fun here in Las Vegas, but I have to say the highlight of the trip came tonight. We returned to the Venetian, where opera singers entertained on the Piazza. A man sang one of my favorite songs, Nessun Dorma, from a balcony.
Then, the piece de resistance — Phantom of the Opera. The Venetian has built a theatre dedicated to the play, and the sets, costumes, acting, and music — everything was lavish and gorgeous.
This is the third time I’ve seen the Phantom. I also saw it in London and New York. This time in Las Vegas was every bit as good as the others, if not better, maybe because we had seats in Row G. It made a difference to be so close and see all the emotions playing out.
I cried at the beginning when the theatre lit up and the chandelier rose. I cried at various songs during the performance. And, of course, I cried at the end when the Phantom lost Christine. It’s a little embarrassing to walk out teary-eyed, but it was so moving! They were the best kind of tears — joy and emotion.
A thrilling, sublime performance — truly a night to remember.